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September 15, 2008
I am like a flame
flickering in the wind
all disarrayed
calculations way off course
my discipline frayed like a story
in need of mending.

Run here
run there
run
with no time to plan
no time to do
no time.

You barely made it on time.
You are like a soldier
going to a war
with no strategy
no plan
a blind man
wandering
in a field of peyote
and poppy seeds
hoping that you would find
some guidance
from a deer
a hawk
an eagle
a medicine man perhaps
or even God himself.

Lift me up beyond presence.